Ugh. Am I sore. Spent most of the weekend raking leaves up
off my flowers and such. 17 paper lawn
and leaf bags plus a large garbage can (think about 4 feet tall) later, my
leaves are all gone. Did most of it by myself
as well. My mom came and helped me with
the last 7 bags this morning. Then my
mom, my aunt, my son, and I went on a 3.75 mile walk. Yep. I’m
crazy. But it was fun. I’ll pay for it in the morning with sore
muscles. I can feel it already. I hope the chamomile tea works.
Okay, so this next thought is at least tangentially related
to my last one. At the moment, I hate
bike racks. You know the kind that strap
to the back of your car to help carry bikes to selected biking location? Yep. Those. Haven’t used ours in a couple years. So I can’t remember how it goes on my car, never
mind the fact that I have a completely different car from the last time I used
it. I’m really hoping my hubby can
figure it out. I want to go get my bike
from storage and start taking my son for rides in his trailer. Which will result in many more sore
muscles. Again, though, worth it.
I particularly hated tax season this year. I generally dislike it because I hate doing
our taxes. It’s just such a pain in the
behind to sort out all of the various things needed by the respective
governments in order to file the taxes.
This year was particularly nightmarish because Minnesota chose not to
renew some of the tax break things that the Federal government did. This led to me having to recalculate some
things by hand. The instructions were so
much less than stellar it was crazy. I
ended up giving up and hoping I did it right because what I did was about the
best option I could come up with as a result of the poor instructions. Here’s to hoping I don’t get audited.
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